I saw you today. The real you. The scars you hide. You think just because they aren't on the skins surface that some of us can't see you. I see you, because I am you. I know the self harm, the addiction to cutting your flesh because it calms your soul. But, but what about us that cut the soul to calm the flesh Those of us that float in the higher plains of the abyss. Where cutting the flesh doesn’t matter because we thrive on an higher realm and our souls are what absorb all the pain the is inflicted on us. We feel the pain so hard, we can literally feel the lashes of the whip on our bones. We wear these scars in our eyes. In our tones. In our smile. In the way we love someone or don't love them. Therefore, causing our cuts to be much more deeper then just the skins surface. Literallyfeeling our hearts tear a little at a time every time someone else just as fucked up as we are picks at our flaws and weaknesses, just so they can deal with their wounds a little easier. We feel that dagger in our sides, backs, hearts as they twist and turn, sliding deeper with every thrust. We carve out our little words of de-affirmation so that we never forget that feeling we felt when we were scorned, belittled, embarrassed, ripped open. I am that person, that person is me. I am the self harmed that hides the cuts within my body. Cut me open and you will see, all my little reminders of how unkind this world has been to my soul. My heart frayed at the edges and black in the center. All the little words that act as thumbnails, that when spoken I'll never forget that feeling. A smell that will forever remind me of the turmoil I have felt. I am the girl that was sexually, emotionally, mentally abused by those that she trusted and by those that she should have never trusted at all. I am that girl with no real friends. Everyone surrounding her, just in it for themselves until their need of her is fulfilled and then to the wayside she goes. The girl always left holding the shit end of the stick. The girl giving her all, just to never be good enough. The girl that can't stand being in her own skin, much less let anyone look at it, touch it, taste it. The constant question arising will this shit ever end? Will I ever be good enough? Only to realize in the end that she is who she is because she feels on a higher level because she deals on a higher level. She hasn't sat on the bench waiting to play the game. No, she has been in the ring for 10 rounds going head to head with life as it kicks her in the face time and time again. People in the crowd telling her to give up, Why are you still in the ring? Her looking them in the eye and smiling, as she bleeds internally, as she licks the blood off her fist, "because I am a warrior." While her scars are internal, she knows that these are scars that molded her into who she is and who she will be. What her legacy will be builtShe will take the good and release the bad. She will sleep for days to recover from her wounds, just to get back up and fight some more. So you…. Yes you…. Don't be afraid to show your scares. Embrace them, for they are beautiful and so are you.

So, the other day your girl (that's me) got a new job... now this is a very big opportunity for me. I would be making triple what I make now and I could finally save up to become a little more independent than I am currently (I still live at home).

The New Year is a time to reflect on yourself and think about what your goals are in the months to come. For some people, this means focusing on a career goal or picking up a new hobby, but others have a more simplistic resolution close to their heart: Happiness. It sounds like such a simple concept, but it really is a challenge to find contentment in yourself sometimes. It's not so hard to achieve; as Leo Tolstoy said: "If you want to be happy, be."

Every autistic person receives the same diagnosis: Autism spectrum disorder.  The '' symptoms'' of autism can vary from person to person. Autistic people can be moderate autistic others are high on the spectrum, and autism affects every area of their lives. Over the last years, several campaigns tried to educate the public about the different symptoms of autism and raised awareness about a condition which affects millions of people worldwide. Yes, it affects millions of ''people''. People, human beings no matter what gender they have. 

The blood trickled down into my eyes, clouding my vision as the pain raced through my right leg and forehead.....and grew exponentially as I pulled myself from the wreckage of my 4Runner onto a carpet of saw briars, each one inch long, that tore through my hands, clawed my back like ravenous teeth , and raked skin from the back of my bald head. I tried to stand but the broken bones in my upper right leg screamed, and I collapsed again onto the carpet of briars.

So, today’s post is going to be very different; because it’s about my personal life, rather than my take on the outside word. It dawned on me this past week that I am turning 24 today, and it brought up a lot of different emotions in me; for different reasons. The past 5 years have been filled with so many incredible moments, good and bad. And I say incredible for the bad moments because looking back now I wouldn’t take a single thing back. I wouldn’t want to do a single thing differently. Not the tears. Not the heartache. Not the depression. Not the anxiety. None of it. Because I would not be who am I today, on my 24th birthday, without going through everything that I went through.

January is closing in and the New Year's resolutions are beginning to pile in by the million. But, honestly, how many times have we promised ourselves that we'll cut out drinking or snacking only to then scrap the goal mid-January time? How many promises have we broken to not only ourselves, but also to our friends and families, as well? It's not usually the greatest of starts, is it? But that's alright – because, annoyingly, we're all guilty of doing it.

Hello and welcome to Making It Happen, where I get to sit down with some inspiring individuals and learn about their stories—the many places they’re from, the incredible things they’ve created, and how their culture has influenced their lives today.

THERE ARE ONLY 2 THINGS YOU CAN REALLY CONTROL, AND THAT’S ATTITUDE AND EFFORT. HOW YOU APPLY BOTH, PRODUCTIVELY, WILL DETERMINE THE SUCCESS, THE QUALITY AND THE QUANTITY OF THE IDEAS YOU COME UP TO SOLUTIONS PROBLEMS.

The other day I was walking somewhere when all of a sudden I realized I was thirteen blocks further away from where I thought I was because “math” and so I hailed a cab that was stopped at a light and I was like ‘Can you just drop me at 40th because I’m lazy?’ and he was like “Sure it’s OK.” (when run-on sentences are a technique of your prose it’s OK).

Hello, I am Anti Clvtch. It's nice of you guys to drop by. I am an artist and brand owner, my Instagram is @anti.clvtch. If you would like to check out my page and watch my journey feel free to follow and keep tabs on the page. Now this acid box used to just be some complete and utter accident that I made the first day I decided to do a collage art-style, which is basically finding a bunch of pictures and making them come together to form something completely different or completely random. I choose to make it look psychedelic and trippy because I like making art that makes people just say "WTF" out loud.

There are many days when I don’t feel like I’m good enough. And it doesn’t have to be just one thing; I would feel down in my soul that I’m not good at anything.

Shy and introverted; two words that are often used interchangeably, in fact, they are regularly considered to have identical meanings. In reality, they are quite different. While one stems from a lack of confidence in oneself, the other stems from a preference for a quiet environment. One is something that can be improved through self-reflection and personal growth, the other a way of being and operating in the world.

I find there are far too many spiritual explanations for crystals and it can seem overwhelming, like there is far too much information to take in to feel like anyone can fully understand crystals and their properties.

My business is all about ghostwriting at the moment, and one thing I enjoy about one of my clients is the fact they're all about self-improvement. This has given me the opportunity to learn more about my niche and what sort of topics that are most important.

Publishing Triumph For Illiterate Self-Made Millionaire.

One of six children, Shirley Yanez was born and raised in poverty on a council estate in Leicester in the 1950s. She received no formal education, and would later discover that she was dyslexic. She would go on to use her innate confidence, unbreakable self-belief, and indestructible drive to escape her difficult start in life, finally reaching the top of the money and power mountain within the hyper-capitalist world of Wall Street and the City of London finance.

I recently made two big purchases: a new iPhone 11 Pro and a MacBook Air. You may be thinking, "Wow! Lucky!" And yet, I'm sitting here feeling shame and guilt about my expenditures.

Ahhh, you came to join me for another ride, welcome. Driving back from the hospital again it makes me think. For the last 20 years easy I have felt as though all of life’s moments have flown past me. I feel like life has been nothing more than a tornado that swept me from my feet one day and left me wondering if I was going to come out of this storm a survivor. You see, when you’re young, you welcome that chaos because you’re curious as to what the future holds and you have the energy to keep up. As you age, well, you wish that tornado would let up already because you’re “weathered from the storm”. At this point you have earned enough rank in this battle but you’re so close to surrendering.

The New Year is a time to reflect on yourself and think about what your goals are in the months to come. For some people, this means focusing on a career goal or picking up a new hobby, but others have a more simplistic resolution close to their heart: Happiness. It sounds like such a simple concept, but it really is a challenge to find contentment in yourself sometimes. It's not so hard to achieve; as Leo Tolstoy said: "If you want to be happy, be."

This sunset was snapped from inside my bedroom sliding doors in December 2015 in Northeast Oklahoma.

I’m just a simple woman with a simple plan. Make the World a better place with the impact and imprint I choose to leave while I’m here, nothing more, nothing less.

I saw you today. The real you. The scars you hide. You think just because they aren't on the skins surface that some of us can't see you. I see you, because I am you. I know the self harm, the addiction to cutting your flesh because it calms your soul. But, but what about us that cut the soul to calm the flesh Those of us that float in the higher plains of the abyss. Where cutting the flesh doesn’t matter because we thrive on an higher realm and our souls are what absorb all the pain the is inflicted on us. We feel the pain so hard, we can literally feel the lashes of the whip on our bones. We wear these scars in our eyes. In our tones. In our smile. In the way we love someone or don't love them. Therefore, causing our cuts to be much more deeper then just the skins surface. Literallyfeeling our hearts tear a little at a time every time someone else just as fucked up as we are picks at our flaws and weaknesses, just so they can deal with their wounds a little easier. We feel that dagger in our sides, backs, hearts as they twist and turn, sliding deeper with every thrust. We carve out our little words of de-affirmation so that we never forget that feeling we felt when we were scorned, belittled, embarrassed, ripped open. I am that person, that person is me. I am the self harmed that hides the cuts within my body. Cut me open and you will see, all my little reminders of how unkind this world has been to my soul. My heart frayed at the edges and black in the center. All the little words that act as thumbnails, that when spoken I'll never forget that feeling. A smell that will forever remind me of the turmoil I have felt. I am the girl that was sexually, emotionally, mentally abused by those that she trusted and by those that she should have never trusted at all. I am that girl with no real friends. Everyone surrounding her, just in it for themselves until their need of her is fulfilled and then to the wayside she goes. The girl always left holding the shit end of the stick. The girl giving her all, just to never be good enough. The girl that can't stand being in her own skin, much less let anyone look at it, touch it, taste it. The constant question arising will this shit ever end? Will I ever be good enough? Only to realize in the end that she is who she is because she feels on a higher level because she deals on a higher level. She hasn't sat on the bench waiting to play the game. No, she has been in the ring for 10 rounds going head to head with life as it kicks her in the face time and time again. People in the crowd telling her to give up, Why are you still in the ring? Her looking them in the eye and smiling, as she bleeds internally, as she licks the blood off her fist, "because I am a warrior." While her scars are internal, she knows that these are scars that molded her into who she is and who she will be. What her legacy will be builtShe will take the good and release the bad. She will sleep for days to recover from her wounds, just to get back up and fight some more. So you…. Yes you…. Don't be afraid to show your scares. Embrace them, for they are beautiful and so are you.

So, the other day your girl (that's me) got a new job... now this is a very big opportunity for me. I would be making triple what I make now and I could finally save up to become a little more independent than I am currently (I still live at home).

Every autistic person receives the same diagnosis: Autism spectrum disorder.  The '' symptoms'' of autism can vary from person to person. Autistic people can be moderate autistic others are high on the spectrum, and autism affects every area of their lives. Over the last years, several campaigns tried to educate the public about the different symptoms of autism and raised awareness about a condition which affects millions of people worldwide. Yes, it affects millions of ''people''. People, human beings no matter what gender they have. 

As I was talking about hypnosis today in the café I had someone approach me and tell me that he doubted hypnosis could be used to induce pain. He said pain like the kind you get when someone says your a douche is not real pain. This is a community challenge for application. How or what you would do with hypnosis to demonstrate this is your challenge. Put yourself in this situation and use apply what you know. Punching the guy in the face is not going to work here. You're goal is to describe what you could do and put those skills to work in a potential application. Don't read any farther until you think this through for yourself and apply your skills to the problem. Good luck!

2020 Is finally here and what best way to start the year than to start a new self love routine?

You have 6 hours of homework to do, but Bailey’s birthday lunch is today.

When it comes to the New year no matter the tradition around the world we always come up with some new resolution of how our character is going to turn out like or what our body will look like by Summer, or if we're going to even reach our pinnacle.

Thinking about the future is frightening. Why? Because we have no idea what we will encounter. What will be of our lives in the next 2,5,10, 20 years? The only correct answer is that you will have to wait to find out! This uncertainty becomes particularly pressing for people of certain ages. Right now, the age group that I am able to humbly speak on behalf of is the 20-30 demographic. I am 22 years old and with this age I have started to notice certain differences. As a starting point, things change. They really do. Friendships become scarce. The unconditional love you once received from your family seems to become less available and in turn less comforting. The perception you once had about yourself and others can change dramatically from day to day, week to week, year to year. No matter how long it takes for things to change, one thing is certain, and that is that they will not remain the same as long as we keep living.

I love to write. Since I was five years old and knew how to formulate full-blown sentences, albeit elementary, I have kept a journal - although back then I referred to it as a diary. As I matured and "diary" carried an adolescent connotation, I started to "journal."

My recent winter break was quiet.

It was about 6 months ago I woke up one day and thought Id had enough of mainstream society, clocking in and out of a job i just couldn't bare any longer. The mornings and late nights flicking thru other people's social media posts, wasting my life away thinking what has This world we live in created for us as human beings?

Censorship is considered a controversial topic to some. Me? I want no part in it.

Once I was feeling shallow, I thought you I should stop working on my goals because it was only a time consuming and energy wasting project. So I decided to watch a movie for making my mood better and then move forward doing something else in life. I ended up watching the movie "Yes Man" which completely changed me; today I am at a place where my goals give me a glaring look. After this Life changing incident, I want you guys to must watch under given movies to change your life and become successful.

Well hey there. You glad the weekend has come? So how are you doing with things? I have to prepare you for the next step, so take a seat and let me talk to you about something, you have time?

Setting the tone for the day is not always easy when it's usually the ring of your alarm clock.